I realize I’ve been a little lax in posting the past few days. I have a very good reason.
Thursday afternoon I fell asleep on the couch while watching “Easy Entertaining with Michael Chiarello,” and 200 little imps snuck under the doorstop and burrowed into my head, via my nose and ears. I know, I know, if my pentacle had been hanging over the door this wouldn’t have happened. You’d think after last time I would’ve learned my lesson.
The little buggers spent all weekend throwing a party in my sinuses. They were playing beer-pong, throwing raves, and at one point singing karaoke. You don’t know insomnia unless you’ve had 200 imps singing along to Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive.” I snorted some ground-up garlic this morning and they’ve calmed down a bit, so hopefully things will die down and they’ll leave. If not, I might have to resort to hiring a barghest to get rid of’em, but that’s just inviting a whole different set of problems.
Leigh’s been telling me that I just need to take cold medicine. Like that’s going to do anything to imps.
Anyway, posting will resume tonight.